Exton

Miko lounges under the purple-black blossoms. The faint scent is stronger up close, nearly intoxicating to one of his race. Ob still hasn't woken from his stone sleep, but Stoney had advised to let him be. The demifae shakes his head. Enough is enough. He gathers a double handful of pollen and zips to the gargoyle. One blow and the pollen coats his stone visage.

Moments later Ob shifts, sneezing. It is more than a few minutes before he regains control of his breath. Miko hovers, staying just out of reach.

"Yo Amigo! Wakey Wakey!"

Ob makes a grab for the demifae as he darts away laughing. Ob grumbles, reaching out for his family. Pandora's thoughts are humming, images of rearranging her gardens to add the new plants into the mix. Chloe squeals at the touch of his mind. He can hear his daughter clear across the yard.

Ob meets Grace halfway across the lawn, taking his babbling child from her arms. She is giving him images of Grace and Star sketching, of Silk dancing with her, Mera sleeping, Tomas throwing up on Mortuis, and more.